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A/N: Well, I got some inspiration! It's not a very unique idea, but I kind of like it...it's a first attempt, so I hope I get some nice reviews! This is dedicated to She's A Star, Silver Phoenix25, and Liebling because they are my total heroes and they all rock hard at life! If any of them read this, I hope this story in their honor doesn't disappoint them!
This is also dedicated to Mike, the Ron to my Hermione (completely clueless, that is).
~*NoT sO BaD*~
That she figured it out first made perfect sense, for she was a woman and they have that knack; some call it women's intuition. And she realized, of course, that she would have to wait for him to get it, because he was a man and that explains everything. She tried to be patient, but, really, it was quite hard. Especially when everything - everything - he said and did burned her very soul.
And it was ridiculous, honestly, this falling in love. She had so many other, much more important things she could be thinking about. She hated wasting her time, hated how she couldn't do any work or even read without thoughts him floating all over her brain. But then...then there were the moments when she thought maybe it wasn't that horrible, and even moments when she believed there was nothing better than that delicious tingling nauseous dizzy feeling she sometimes got when she looked at him and "I love you" was the only thought that registered in her brain and she was just bursting, she wanted to tell him over and over and over...
It was the feeling she had first felt when it hit her that she was in love.
Inevitably she would realize what she was doing and inwardly command herself to stop, often adding a head-shaking violent enough to cause those around her to wonder whether she was mad. It made her furious, acting so silly, because it wasn't like her at all. She was brilliant and logical and ambitious and completely indifferent to such trivial things and - oh, what was the use in arguing? She was in love, she didn't deny it, and being silly and trivial and yes, maybe even a bit ridiculous, was all a part of being in love. She simply couldn't fight it.
Naturally, it was exasperating as well. She wished he would just get the point already, and maybe once he had, this absurdity would be over with. Sometimes she cried, though she'd never admit it. Occasionally, in distracted frustration, she would snap her quills in half and couldn't bear to get rid of the broken pieces. She had contemplated poetry once or twice, before the horrified logical side of her took over once more, and she would certainly never admit that. Love had driven her absolutely crazy.
Then, one evening, she was curled up in her favorite armchair, attempting to read, and nibbling on some candy. She watched him for a while as he played a careful game of Exploding Snap. He bantered playfully with his sister, exchanging mock insults, and she was not disapproving but rather laughed quite sincerely. It's really not so bad, she thought suddenly, to be this madly in unrequited love. Not when you have your friends to laugh with, the worn copy of your favorite book, and the bittersweet taste of a Chocolate Frog melting on your tongue.
And it's not.
A/N: I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally hope that wasn't too bad. *Gets worried* Review, review!...and I'll take criticism, but please make it constructive. But no matter what, it felt good to write that story, if only to vent a bit about Mike, the inspiration for it. Most of the emotions and actions were mine for him...right up to the snapped quills (anyone interested in a broken pencil collection?)
A/N: Well, I got some inspiration! It's not a very unique idea, but I kind of like it...it's a first attempt, so I hope I get some nice reviews! This is dedicated to She's A Star, Silver Phoenix25, and Liebling because they are my total heroes and they all rock hard at life! If any of them read this, I hope this story in their honor doesn't disappoint them!
This is also dedicated to Mike, the Ron to my Hermione (completely clueless, that is).
~*NoT sO BaD*~
That she figured it out first made perfect sense, for she was a woman and they have that knack; some call it women's intuition. And she realized, of course, that she would have to wait for him to get it, because he was a man and that explains everything. She tried to be patient, but, really, it was quite hard. Especially when everything - everything - he said and did burned her very soul.
And it was ridiculous, honestly, this falling in love. She had so many other, much more important things she could be thinking about. She hated wasting her time, hated how she couldn't do any work or even read without thoughts him floating all over her brain. But then...then there were the moments when she thought maybe it wasn't that horrible, and even moments when she believed there was nothing better than that delicious tingling nauseous dizzy feeling she sometimes got when she looked at him and "I love you" was the only thought that registered in her brain and she was just bursting, she wanted to tell him over and over and over...
It was the feeling she had first felt when it hit her that she was in love.
Inevitably she would realize what she was doing and inwardly command herself to stop, often adding a head-shaking violent enough to cause those around her to wonder whether she was mad. It made her furious, acting so silly, because it wasn't like her at all. She was brilliant and logical and ambitious and completely indifferent to such trivial things and - oh, what was the use in arguing? She was in love, she didn't deny it, and being silly and trivial and yes, maybe even a bit ridiculous, was all a part of being in love. She simply couldn't fight it.
Naturally, it was exasperating as well. She wished he would just get the point already, and maybe once he had, this absurdity would be over with. Sometimes she cried, though she'd never admit it. Occasionally, in distracted frustration, she would snap her quills in half and couldn't bear to get rid of the broken pieces. She had contemplated poetry once or twice, before the horrified logical side of her took over once more, and she would certainly never admit that. Love had driven her absolutely crazy.
Then, one evening, she was curled up in her favorite armchair, attempting to read, and nibbling on some candy. She watched him for a while as he played a careful game of Exploding Snap. He bantered playfully with his sister, exchanging mock insults, and she was not disapproving but rather laughed quite sincerely. It's really not so bad, she thought suddenly, to be this madly in unrequited love. Not when you have your friends to laugh with, the worn copy of your favorite book, and the bittersweet taste of a Chocolate Frog melting on your tongue.
And it's not.
A/N: I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally hope that wasn't too bad. *Gets worried* Review, review!...and I'll take criticism, but please make it constructive. But no matter what, it felt good to write that story, if only to vent a bit about Mike, the inspiration for it. Most of the emotions and actions were mine for him...right up to the snapped quills (anyone interested in a broken pencil collection?)